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The
Blind Criers of Fate first call when it’s time to be born.
Throughout your life you will hear their voices in the wind.
They are the soft whisper of your lovers lips.
They speak volumes in a silent tear.
They are the far away sound of crying when your first love fades away.
They are the distant whistle that is your past, impossible to reclaim.
They are the voice you hear when a thousand people speak as one.
Theirs is the sound of the night, that guides you to your dreams.
Their secrets are hidden in the songs of birds.
Listen and you will hear them calling in the swirling sounds of the
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